Words Poem by Don Sizemore

Words

Rating: 4.5


With words and words and words
I'm cut and splayed and torn
Mouths of hungry predators
Drip with blood from night till morn

Ivories stained by my oil
Tongues a crimson deep
Eyes that only cry for more
Smiling as they weep

Open now with no defence
A playground for the edge of tongue
Fillet the fragile reality
I built from piles of dung

These attacks they change a man
A death is surely done
And is born a coarser soul
Each time a battles won

Words and I were enemies
But we have had our days
We've conspired to cauterize
And set the heart ablaze

Now these words, I harbor them
And keep them for a muse
Records of a past that stings
But no longer is a bruise

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 01 July 2013

each time we won battle, good write, I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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